Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Oh, we’ll satisfy your hungers.” Isaac stood mere inches from her, his eyes lingering on her breasts like he’d never seen a half-naked woman before. The searing heat from his gaze was all it took for her nipples to stand to attention. “All of them,” he added softly.

  “Glad to hear it.”

  She tore her gaze from his face and wandered farther into the room. Isaac pulled a bottle of champagne from a cooler and expertly popped the cork. He filled three flutes with the sparkling liquid and handed them round.

  “To a satisfactory evening,” he said, chuckling as he clinked glasses with them both.

  “I’ll drink to that,” Nick said.

  “And me.” Paige took a healthy slug of her drink. The bubbles went up her nose, causing her to sneeze.

  “Your tits bounce when you sneeze,” Nick pointed out. “It’s sexy as hell.”

  “Like that do you?” Paige used the hand not holding her glass to massage one of her breasts, playfully tweaking the nipple. Both men inhaled sharply, but it was Isaac who slapped her thigh through the denim of her skirt, forcing her to stop.

  “Behave!”

  “Sorry.”

  He glowered at her. “Sorry, what?”

  “Sorry, sir,” she said meekly.

  “That’s better.”

  She’d only ever played the submissive with Ellie and Nick, but Paige instinctively knew that was what Isaac expected of her now. She was more than ready to go along with him—she rather liked being dominated by a forceful male—just so long as he kept that sexy smile that promised so much directed exclusively at her.

  “I’ve got something for you,” Isaac said.

  Nick grinned. “Told you so.”

  “Come over here.”

  Paige followed Isaac to the other side of the room.

  “Lean over that counter,” he said brusquely.

  Paige did so, conscious of Isaac’s skilled fingers pulling her panties aside and squirting lube over her buttocks. He rubbed it gently against her anus, sliding a slick finger inside.

  “She’s fucking soaking already,” Isaac said. “She’ll have to be punished for that.”

  “Want me to fetch a paddle?” Nick asked.

  “No, later.”

  Isaac removed his finger, and Paige felt something being inserted in its place.

  “What is it, sir? What are you putting inside me?”

  Isaac didn’t answer. Instead he gently inserted the object deeper. Apparently satisfied that she’d taken it all, she felt straps being tightened and her panties being put back.

  “Okay, you can straighten up now.” Paige did so and gasped. “Exactly.” The two men exchanged a grin. “It’s a slender anal twister, made of soft jelly and contoured to fit your ass. The straps ought to keep it in place, especially as you’ll just be sitting down for dinner, but the panties are an added precaution. How does it feel?”

  Paige sighed. “Wonderful. Warm and liquid.”

  “As your body warms it more, it’ll feel even better.”

  “Am I to wear it all through dinner, sir?” she asked. “You want me to sit with you with my tits bound in rope and a plug up my butt?”

  “Yep. The plug will dilate your ass, readying it for my cock later,” Isaac said as he headed back to the kitchen, appearing to finally recall that he was supposed to be in charge of the cooking. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Put a towel across her seat, will you, Nick? Her cunt’s already leaking like a river in full flow, and we don’t want more upholstery ruined.”

  “Don’t be hard on her, mate. She can’t help it if she’s turned on by us.”

  Isaac looked directly at her. “She doesn’t know the meaning of hard yet. She has no fucking idea what we’re capable of, but she’ll learn before this evening’s out.”

  Paige offered him an innocent smile, like they could be discussing the weather, and moved cautiously about the room, sipping at her drink. She was worried that the plug would slip but discovered that moving intensified the sensation from the warm jelly. As it surged through her she felt almost desperate. Did she really have to wait? Surely one of them would… She didn’t dare ask, but if she rubbed her thighs together it would probably be enough to make her come then and there.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Isaac said severely.

  What, he’s a mind reader now?

  They sat at the table, and Isaac served the appetizer. Both men were bare chested, and she drank in the sight of them—Nick with his dirty-blond hair and dirtier mind, his chest completely free of hair, his muscles rippling beneath his dark tan. Isaac with his black hair falling almost to his shoulders, his eyes dark with anticipation, his chest as impressive as Nick’s but coated with a light dusting of curly black hair. She loved and wanted them both. She wiggled her ass on her seat and was rewarded with a bolt of sensation from the butt plug. How much better would it feel when Isaac replaced it with his massive cock? She shuddered, wondering how she could possibly wait a moment longer to find out. Aware that she had no choice, she attempted to quell her impatience.

  “I’m really up for this,” she said softly.

  Both men glanced up at her and smiled. She hadn’t realized that she’d spoken aloud but didn’t feel embarrassed because she’d articulated her need. She could see that same need reflected in their expressions.

  “Before we start to play,” Paige said, toying with the delicious smoked salmon and avocado mousse on her plate, “please tell me what you meant earlier, Isaac, about amateur sleuthing.”

  “Yeah, I guess we need to get that out of the way.” He paused to take a sip of his wine and leaned back in his chair, a reflective expression on his handsome face. “Weir’s stuck between a rock and a hard place on this case. He’s pretty sure one of those three killed Ellie but doesn’t have a hope in hell of proving it unless he gets lucky and breaks one of their alibis. If he doesn’t do that before word of Ellie’s other life gets out in the press then he’s dead meat.”

  “Because the press will speculate that one of her sexual partners did the deed?” Paige surmised.

  “Right. We know that is almost certainly not the case, but if Weir subsequently gets enough to arrest one of his suspects, a conviction would be that much harder to bring about because a good defense lawyer would cast aspersions about Ellie’s life, make it—”

  “We can’t let that happen,” Paige said firmly. “She’s the victim here.”

  “Too right we can’t,” agreed Nick. “But what can we do about it?”

  “I reckon Weir knows all about the cameras in this house. He probably wants us to invite the suspects back here, one by one, give them a subtle grilling, and catch anything they say in glorious Technicolor.”

  “See if they say something to us that they wouldn’t to the police?” Nick leaned his chin in his cupped hand as if he was thinking it through. “That might work.”

  “Yes,” Isaac agreed. “I can’t think why else he was so open with us. Only thing is, none of them will talk to all of us.”

  Paige sighed. “Because there would be an independent witness if they let something slip?”

  “Yep, but they might talk to just one of us.”

  “Which one?” Nick asked.

  “Well, Melanie likes girls—”

  “And Talbot’s a dog. He’s already got the hots for Paige.”

  Paige was conscious of both men looking at her. “You want me to be a seductress?” she asked.

  Chapter Eight

  “Hell no!” Nick and Isaac both sprang to their feet, their chairs crashing to the tiled floor, but it was Nick who spoke. “I didn’t mean that.”

  “Even so, I’ll do it, if that’s what it takes to find Ellie’s murderer.”

  Isaac scowled. “The hell you will. You said yourself that Talbot gave you the creeps.”

  “I can handle him.”

  Isaac’s scowl deepened. “It’s him handling you that I’m worried about.”

  “That won’t happen.”

>   “What about Mike?” Nick asked. “I can understand Melanie and Talbot having incentive enough to come here for cocktails if Paige invites them, but what would induce Mike?”

  “I’ll invite him for a chat about the company. We can’t talk openly about the interim arrangements in the office. Walls have ears.”

  “As opposed to the cameras we have here,” Paige said, giggling.

  “Quite.”

  “I’m surprised that Ellie didn’t have a camera in her office,” Paige mused. “Then we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

  “She enjoyed recording her exploits in this house,” Nick said. “But otherwise she was quite a private person.”

  “Mike and I are dividing Ellie’s duties between us until such time as the directors can elect one of us to the job,” Isaac told them. “Out of respect for Ellie, we don’t want to get into that until after her funeral.”

  “Quite right,” Paige said, nodding.

  Nick looked at her for a moment without speaking. He’d never had such powerful feelings for any woman before, and she was slowly driving him out of his mind. Calmly sitting there with her tits bound and Isaac’s plug up her butt, offering to seduce other men—and women—in order to solve their friend’s murder, Paige’s courage filled him with respect and raging lust.

  And outrage.

  It simply wasn’t going to happen, even if he had to bind her to a bed and keep her there until all this was over. He’d share her with Isaac tonight. He was looking forward to taking her cunt while Isaac fucked her ass. Just anticipating the moment was a real turn-on. But Isaac was the exception to the rule. He was damned if this Talbot character, or anyone else, would get their greasy hands on the woman he’d privately entertained strong feelings for since he first met her a year or more ago.

  “All right,” Paige said in a reasonable tone, addressing her remark to Isaac. “You can get Mike to come here. Then what? Are you going to seduce him to get him to open up to you?”

  “She has a point,” Nick said grudgingly.

  “Damn!” Moodily, Isaac removed the appetizer plates and put the finishing touches to the main course. Nick excused himself for five minutes and returned just as Isaac served up. “Mike will know that Paige is staying here,” he said, placing seared duck breast in front of them both. “I suggest that she comes home about an hour after Mike arrives. I’ll then get called away to see a client as an emergency. I’ll have plied Mike with liquor in the meantime, so maybe you’ll be able to get him talking, Paige.”

  “Consider it done.” She giggled. “Shall I wear this outfit?”

  Isaac thumped the table. “Be serious.”

  She flashed an innocent smile that was enough to get her spanked then and there. “I was.”

  “We’re talking about a possible murderer here, not fucking Peter Pan. If he even suspects that you’re on to him, there’s no telling what he’ll do.”

  “I’ll be here,” Nick said, striving for a calm tone that belied his anxiety. Paige would do this, whatever they said to deter her, so it was probably better to let her do it on their terms. “In the room off the garage where all the controls for the cameras are. Keep all your guests in this room, Paige, same place you were with Isaac this afternoon. I’ll have a full-on view of everything that happens and will be able to ride to the rescue if I’m needed.”

  Isaac grunted. “We’ll both be in there for all three visits, and I’ll take pleasure in shoving Talbot’s teeth down his throat if he tries it on.”

  “That’s good to know,” Paige said sweetly. “This food is divine, by the way.”

  “Glad you like it.” Isaac was clearly having as much trouble remaining calm as Nick was. “I have to go into the office tomorrow, Paige. I suggest you come with me. They know you’re here, and it would look odd if you didn’t show your face. Get chatting with Melanie and Talbot and see what you can set up.”

  “Fine by me.”

  “Try not to be too obvious.”

  “I’d say that subtlety is my strong point,” she said, indicating her bonded and half-naked body with her hands.

  Both men laughed, easing the tension. Isaac’s laugh turned into a groan as his gaze settled on Paige’s firm breasts. “Are you done with that?” he asked, indicating her half-eaten meal.

  “Yes, it was delicious.”

  “Then let’s go.”

  “What about dessert?” she asked, flashing her lashes as Isaac pulled her to her feet.

  “That would be us,” Nick said, taking her other hand.

  She walked up the stairs with Nick on one side of her, Isaac on the other. Nick’s cock throbbed so hard he wondered if it was possible to actually come when still walking up the stairs. He prided himself on his control. He could usually fuck for ages and couldn’t remember feeling so wildly abandoned, so close to the edge, before. It was all Paige’s fault, and she’d be punished for being such a tease. His hand caressed her ass fondly, found the end of the butt plug, and gave it a nudge. She gasped and then smiled over her shoulder at him, covering his hand with her own so that he wouldn’t stop tantalizing. She was so hot, so uninhibited, that he wanted to bend her over the banister, remove that damned plug, and fuck her senseless. Another part of him wanted to treat her tenderly. To kiss her slowly and deeply until she understood just how profoundly she affected him. With Paige it was always going to be more than sex, a damned sight more, and he wasn’t afraid to let her know it.

  They reached the double doors to Ellie’s room before he could put either plan into action. Ever since the others had arrived those doors had remained firmly closed, and they’d all instinctively crept past them, as though afraid to disturb the dead. Nick knew he was right to suggest they use it tonight for a purpose that Ellie would have so thoroughly approved of. Isaac shot him a knowing glance, as though reading his thoughts, and threw the doors open with a theatrical flourish. Nick took Paige’s hand in his and stepped inside, sensing that she was suddenly nervous about this, too.

  The drapes were closed, but the room wasn’t in darkness. Candles burned from every surface, the comforter was covered with fresh rose petals, and there was a bottle of champagne in a cooler beside the bed. Nick had seen to all that when Isaac had been occupied with the cooking. Isaac caught his eye and nodded his thanks.

  “It feels different,” Paige said softly. “The same but emptier.”

  “Then we’d better do something about that.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  She turned to face him and, hands clasped in front of her body, meekly bowed her head. Her submissive pose almost did it for Nick. He stripped off his shorts and stepped out of them, completely naked beneath. He stood in front of Paige as her eyes feasted on his nakedness, clearly approving of all she saw. They lingered on his erection, causing him to clasp it at its base and hold it close enough for her to touch. She didn’t, of course. No well-trained sub would dare without being invited to.

  “Like what you see?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Isaac stepped out of his shorts also and stood on her other side, cock in hand, massaging it gently.

  “Want this one, too?”

  “Yes, sir, rather badly, as it happens.”

  Nick unzipped her skirt and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and then submissively turned her eyes toward him once again, awaiting his instructions. Isaac groaned as he looked at her, obviously close to losing control. Nick wasn’t much better off.

  “Turn and look at yourself in the mirror,” he said.

  Paige did so. Nick wondered if she found the sight as erotic as they did. She now wore nothing except the karada and Isaac’s butt plug. Her nipples, he could see, were rock solid, and moisture seeped from her cunt.

  “Touch your tits,” Nick ordered.

  Her hands moved to them and squeezed. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and pinched the nipples.

  “That’s enough. Now drop your hands to your sides.”

  As soon as
she did, Nick took over with her tits, gouging, pulling the nipples through his fingers until she softly groaned. Isaac moved to the side, still rubbing his cock through his hand, his eyes never wavering from the two of them.

  “Get a paddle,” he said to Isaac.

  As soon as Isaac handed it to him, Nick sat on the edge of the water bed, pulled Paige over his lap, and rested the paddle against her buttocks.

  “You know what’s gonna happen now?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Ask me for it then.”

  “Please punish me, sir. I’ve been bad.”

  “What did you do?”

  “Well, I masturbated twice this afternoon.”

  “Christ!” Isaac pumped madly at his cock. “I can’t take any more of this. I need to come now.”

  “Okay.” Nick released Paige and pushed her onto her back. “Let it go over her tits.”

  Nick sank his fingers into Paige’s landing strip, stopping them tantalizingly short of her clit while Isaac dropped the tip of his cock onto one of her breasts and pumped. Hard. Paige lifted her hips, trying to bring her clit within range of Nick’s fingers. He slapped her thigh hard, and with a soft little moan of disappointment, she immediately stilled.

  “Here it comes!”

  Isaac shot his load in an arc, landing it directly on Paige’s tits. Nick was impressed, both by the accuracy of his aim and the fact that it seemed to go on for an eternity.

  “Better?” Nick asked when he finally stilled.

  “Yeah, thanks. I needed that. I’ll be able to last now.”

  Nick ran a finger through the puddle of cum on Paige’s breast and held it up to her lips. “Drink it,” he said.

  Paige lapped at his finger until it was completely dry. Isaac rubbed the remainder into her breasts until they were slick and sticky with his seed.

  “Back over my knee,” Nick ordered.

  Paige obeyed without question, and Nick brought the paddle down on her buttocks, using the fingers of his other hand directly on her clit. Paige screamed, but Nick knew that wasn’t because she was in physical pain. He spanked her a second time, a little harder, this time inserting a couple of fingers into her cunt. She was teetering on the edge, fighting against the climax that had to be building, and Nick wanted to see just how strong her desire was to please him. Would she go against instinct and hold it back if he told her not to come?